poppies in the attic

45.

"I heard your heartbeat again, and you are still as energetic as 15 years ago." Wu Pengzhi rested his head on Xiang Jin's chest, raised his arms, and was trying to stuff a dried red cherry into Xiang Jin's mouth.Wu Pengzhi was hungry again after his rejuvenation.

Xiang Jin stuck out his tongue and rolled the dried cherries into his mouth.She's not hungry, but she could have something nice to eat.

"Do you still remember? It was in the Grand Canyon, when you hugged me to shelter from the rain, your heartbeat was very unstable and the sound was very loud. I think, your body came faster than your emotions, and you Your feelings are faster than your actions, and your actions are faster than your words."

Xiang Jin blinked, then replied, "Your tongue is faster than anything else."

"Haha, thank you for the compliment." Wu Pengzhi laughed happily.

Xiang Jin suddenly remembered Huayue saying that Wu Pengzhi didn't like to laugh, "Why did Huayue say you don't like to laugh?"

"That's why, what I just said. I heard your heartbeat. For the past 15 years, I can only hear my own heartbeat. I was afraid of hearing other people's heartbeats. I thought it might be dull. As a result, others felt I'm the one who's the dullest. Uh, kind of twisted, you know me?"

"Understood." Xiang Jin answered briefly.

Wu Pengzhi is very expressive, even she can accurately express her feelings and emotions.

Xiang Jin can't. If she needs to express in words, she probably needs some time to organize the sentences.No wonder Wu Pengzhi said a lot, this is faster than that, and that is slower than this. . . .In short, language is the slowest.

Xiang Jin, who speaks very slowly, will always choose to express with a pen.

Xiang Jin started to draw a sketch.

This decision was made after dawn, and Wu Pengzhi hurried back to the company, leaving Xiang Jin alone at home.Because of Xiang Jin's schedule, she was more suitable for sleeping throughout the morning.When Wu Pengzhi woke up, Xiang Jin fell asleep with his mind still in chaos.When Xiang Jin woke up, she only saw a note left by Wu Pengzhi.In a word, don't leave without authorization, wait for Wu Pengzhi to come back.

Xiang Jin, who had nothing to do, could only find a pen and printing paper on Wu Pengzhi's desk.So Xiang Jin started to draw a sketch.

Xiang Jin painted Wu Pengzhi's hand holding a crab leg.Then Xiang Jin realized that the painting was so bad that she couldn't remember what the crab legs looked like.That hand is quite easy to draw.Xiang Jin is very familiar with Wu Pengzhi's fingers, every joint seems to be palpable.

Xiang Jin picked up a piece of paper again and continued to draw. It was still the clear and flexible finger and the crab leg with a blurred face.The second time was slightly better.Xiang Jin tried to wipe the lines on the hand with his own saliva, and the smudged ink gave the sketch a light and dark effect, which was quite interesting.

Xiang Jin started to draw the dexterous fingers and the fuzzy crab legs again, smearing with his own saliva again.

Painting can make Xiang Jin feel no sense of time. Sometimes it seems that it is only a blink of an eye, but several hours have actually passed.Perhaps this is the reason why many feelings are still clear to Xiang Jin after 15 years?According to today's ratio, in Xiang Jin's eyes, 15 years may be two or three years?Who knows.

When Wu Pengzhi opened the door, he saw Xiang Jin dipping in his saliva and dabbing on the paintings, and there was also a small dish of tomato juice, which Xiang Jin also used as paint to smear on the paper.

After several hours of pondering, Xiang Jin's sketch is already very vivid.

"It's a pity that the pen and paper don't work. I'll go home and use good paper to draw again." Xiang Jin was a little excited.She seemed to have found some kind of inspiration again.Sketch from Wu Pengzhi's hand.

Xiang Jin put down his pen and drawing and rubbed his wrist.After a car accident, her hand has always had various problems, and when it is serious, it greatly affects her painting.Xiang Jin sometimes worries that one day she will not be able to paint anymore.

Wu Pengzhi didn't feel much about the painting, first he kissed him passionately, then grabbed Xiang Jin's hand with concern, and rubbed it lightly, "Does it still hurt?"

"A bit."

"You don't draw all the time recently, you need to rest." Wu Pengzhi then looked at Xiang Jin's ink-stained fingers and smiled. She remembered seeing Xiang Jin dipping in her saliva just now, which was very funny. "What paint do you need, just tell me, and I'll send it back."

"Don't you know this is a painting method? Use saliva and fingers to smear. Of course, the key is that you don't have anything here." Xiang Jin also felt a little embarrassed, so he began to defend.

"Why did you suddenly draw such a sketch?" Wu Peng was puzzled.She didn't think the sketch was pretty, but it was very interesting and vivid.

"Sketching is also a form of expression. I can try this way." Xiang Jin's eyes were shining brightly.She still needs to calm down and think slowly, and try slowly.

In the following time, both Xiang Jin and Wu Pengzhi were busy.

Wu Pengzhi repeatedly went to Beijing to deal with equity matters.At such a time when the stakes are high, the word "love" is often thrown aside by everyone.Also, even if it is several digits after the decimal point, it may be a relatively large amount in absolute value in the end.

Xiang Jin had to cooperate with the itinerary Wen Shaohui arranged for her, to meet reporters, to do interviews, to take care of the gallery, to paint, and to find time to do things that Xiang Jin wanted to do.

Xiang Jin was about to die of exhaustion, and also bored to death.In the end, she had to refuse public activities on the grounds of hand pain.Wen Shaohui was quite dissatisfied with this.

Xiang Jin has always had this character, of course Wen Shaohui understands, he used to endure it, but now Wen Shaohui is unwilling to bear it.He was very jealous of Xiang Jin's emotional direction.

Although Wen Shaohui admired Xiang Jin, he always maintained respect for Xiang Jin, which was the basis of their cooperation.Wen Shaohui once had a marriage, which ended soon, and has remained celibate since then.